Forehead Chain Novels & Stories

My forehead furrowed. Who is Sarah?

I reached up with my left hand and pushed the curls away from my forehead which were already matted on there, due to the amount of sweat that was dripping off my forehead and sliding down my face and neck. The hand which had brushed my hair off my wet forehead got met with scorching hot and wet skin. I pressed my palm flat against my forehead and agreed with myself that my forehead was indeed burning up. A few seconds later, I winced when my head chose that particular moment to start pounding heavily against the insides of my forehead, making me wince as the vibrations in my head increased, making me groan out lightly while wincing and scrunching my face up in pain once again.

He pressed his head against my neck. "Let see if you can go outside wearing that fvcking cloth only" he whispered on my ear. An idea sunk in my mind. I quickly got up and faced the mirror. Dropping my jaw I looked at myself and turned my attention to Andrei. "You made too much hickeys on my body Andrei" I said incredulously and looked at myself in the mirror again. From my lower neck, my chest, as well as my abdomen and I bet I have my back. Damn it!